Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The aroma of tea wafted over the long sandalwood table. Zhou Qi pushed the gold-stamped plan to Li Zihong and said, "The core data of the North Shore project is all here."

He tapped the title page of the document with his knuckles, and the crystal ashtray vibrated slightly.

Lin Xindie appeared from the corner at this time, and even the sound of paper rubbing against each other was barely audible when she was distributing information.

As the discussion grew louder, no one noticed her retreat to the French window. The sea of ​​neon lights flickered in her eyes, just like the unspoken temptations and speculations in this undercurrent gathering.

Although everyone present had received Zhou Qi's invitation about the North Shore project earlier, it was not until this moment when the actual investment negotiations began that they witnessed the complete strategic blueprint for the first time.

When Lin Xindie slowly unfolded the one-meter-square planning drawing, everyone was shocked by the grand scale of the plan.

This far exceeded their original imagination of regional development.

Zhou Qi stood in front of the projection screen holding a laser pen, calmly analyzing every move in this chess game of capital.

"According to the calculation of the professional team, the comprehensive return on investment of the North Shore project will reach 37.8%, but I want to emphasize that..."

He deliberately dimmed the lights in the conference room to make the red warning icon on the PPT particularly glaring: "There are policy risks in the early land preparation, and the cash flow of the third phase of the project may face a three-month window."

This frank discussion made Li Zihong and several industrialists smile at each other.

Compared with the 50% loss probability of the cross-border energy projects they have participated in, infrastructure projects like the North Shore, which are backed by the Greater Bay Area strategy, are almost equivalent to stable government bond investments in their eyes.

Especially when Zhou Qi pointed out the key data that "the annual growth rate of Guangdong's permanent population remained at 2.3%", several investors who were originally sitting upright adjusted their sitting postures unconsciously.

"Please look at the East Coast plot..."

Zhou Qi's laser beam suddenly stopped at the mouth of the Pearl River: "A smart port with an annual throughput of 200 million TEUs will be built here. If President Du's Teng Ao Shipping can take it over..."

The teacup in Du Bowen's hand stopped at his lips.

He had never expected that this young entrepreneur would include the shipping business he had been working on for 20 years into his plan, and he had never expected that Zhou Qi was fully aware of the pain points of the industry:

"Currently, 78% of Tengao's routes are concentrated in Southeast Asia. If we use the North Shore New Port to establish a South China distribution center, it will not only divert 15% of the freight pressure of Kwai Chung Port, but also save 2.7 million in terminal construction costs."

When he heard that “SF Express will open up 70% of its land transport capacity to shipping”, shipping magnate Pao Yue-kong suddenly laughed out loud:

"No wonder you specifically requested our fleet's empty load rate report last month."

He turned to Du Bowen and raised his eyebrows: "Old Du, this young man is going to install a turbocharger for our shipping industry."

At this moment, the 3D simulation image on the projection screen is looping to demonstrate the future scene:

Container gantry cranes accurately grab containers under 5G scheduling, smart trucks shuttle along the photovoltaic highway, and the glass curtain walls of the Lingang Commercial Zone reflect the figures of -ton ships.

All investors unanimously realized that this seemingly ordinary project briefing was actually an important turning point in the reconstruction of the Greater Bay Area’s economic landscape.

Everyone present is well aware of Zhou Qi's strategic intention to plan a shipping line from Guangdong Province to the port city.

When Mr. Bao, the shipping magnate of Hong Kong City, heard this idea, he immediately agreed as it coincided with the direction of his business development.

This statement ignited a spark of excitement in Du Bowen's eyes - although the Bao Group has its roots in Hong Kong Island, its golden signboard in the shipping industry is enough to make the promotion of mainland routes more efficient.

"Mr. Bao has been very helpful. I would like to thank you in advance."

Du Bowen bowed solemnly. Mr. Bao waved his hand and said, "Mr. Du, you are being polite. We are all partners working with Mr. Zhou. We are family and we should not have different opinions."

Amidst his hearty laughter, Du Bowen nodded knowingly to Zhou Qi. This priceless industry resource was exactly the smooth road paved for him by the young helmsman.

Zhou Qi calmly accepted the gazes from all sides, and his slender fingers passed over a certain place on the planning map: "Please look, Mr. Li, this golden piece of land embraced by mountains and sea is perfect for building a landmark resort complex."

When Lin Xindie unfolded the concept drawings, the participants all looked amazed.

The buildings, which are built on the mountain and face the sea, are arranged in an orderly manner, and the modern minimalist style blends perfectly with the natural landscape.

The sky corridor connects the theme hotel and the hot spring villa, and each design subverts the inherent model of the traditional hotel industry.

Li Zhaoji couldn't wait to read the planning proposal, his eyes shining with excitement.

This advanced design, which integrates a yacht marina, a cliff infinity pool and a forest glass house, is highly consistent with his philosophy of deepening his roots in the high-end hotel market.

Compared with the current stereotyped business hotels, this project will undoubtedly send a bombshell to the tourism industry in South China.

Zhou Qi looked around the room and responded modestly, "Mr. Li, you are too kind. These are just my rough ideas. I hope they will inspire others to think about you."

As he spoke, he rolled up the plan, and the metal cufflinks gleamed faintly in the light.

This action reminded Du Qianqian of the slender silhouette cast by the desk lamp on the drawings when he was working at his desk late at night.

Li Zihong took the glasses handed to him by his assistant and carefully looked at the three-dimensional parameters on the architectural model.

When he saw the design of the sky garden on the top floor of the commercial complex, he tapped his knuckles on the table three times - the real estate tycoon's unique way of expressing appreciation.

Zhou Qi held a laser pen in his hand, and the light drew a golden track on the sand table: "Regarding the development sequence of North Shore C District, it is necessary to combine the construction nodes of rail transit..."

As he explained, several investors' pens moved quickly across their notebooks, and the sound of paper rubbing against each other could be heard one after another.

When the topic turned to Dinghua Group, Zhou Qi unbuttoned one button of his suit and sat down, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the teacup:

"In the third quarter of last year, Dinghua acquired 17% of the North Shore's reserve land through overseas capital operations. According to Document No. 39 of the Provincial Development Commission..."

This detailed presentation of data made Mr. Wang, who was originally leaning back in his chair, suddenly straighten his back.

“So the bottom line is…”

Zhou Qi suddenly stopped talking, the conference room fell into a brief silence, and the sound of the central air conditioner became unusually clear.

He stood up and pushed open the panoramic French window. The lights of the tower crane on the other side of the river just pierced the twilight. "We must maintain the pricing power of the South Bank."

Li Jiaxin noticed that when Zhou Qi talked about "pricing power", his left thumb repeatedly pressed the joint of his index finger.

This small movement reminded her of the look on his face when he rejected the merger proposal at the strategic meeting last week.

She lowered her head to sort out the documents, with a barely noticeable curve at the corner of her lips.

When the meeting came to the equity distribution stage, Zhou Qi suddenly switched the projector to a blank interface.

The cold light of the screen reflected his angular profile. "I'm sorry I can't take notes of what you're going to say next."

This sentence caused Mr. Zhang's hand to slip as he was spinning a pen, and the Montblanc pen made a dull sound as it hit the solid wooden table.